(Fuck the law)
As I maneuver through the streets
A policeman and then the predeceased bodies of those who disagree
(Like, fuck them all)
I pray the soldiers get release
The price of grief wasn't cheap
Hoped you kept to your receipts
But this beef
When it's time to feast, I'm a beast
Said it's me now, hold your peace
Don't hold your breath
Load your piece
And then squeeze
Then release
(Hail Mary)
Rest in peace
No relief
And that's why
The fucking martian to the fucking fucking, nigga

Well my devil won't let me out
Well my devil won't let me out
Well my devil won't let me out
Well my devil won't let me out
Well my devil won't
Well my devil won't
Well my devil won't
Well my devil won't let me out

Finger on the trigger
Police shot down
Now that's one less nigga
Hold up
(Fuck the world)
Including everybody in this bitch
I off 'em with my fingertips
And force apart his ligaments
Be sure to wipe your fingerprints
Restore back to your innocence
And reminiscing ever since you feel the sentencing before the sentence ended
I'm in the slums my nigga
Not just for brackin'
I'm in the field my nigga
This shit for practice
This shit is trill my nigga
Kill or be killed my nigga
Cops is killing children, get off, only get suspension
Man, this shit's suspicious
Consequences never in this
For these fucking pigs and dirty politicians
Dirty money, wash the business
It's them early birds that'll prolly get it
Put up on you, shut up
Shut the fuck up
Learn how to run or mind your business

Well my devil won't
Well my devil won't
Well my devil won't
Well my devil won't let me out

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Khalil Abdul-Rahman, Rakim Mayers, Thomas Morello